The second day came and Cid found himself thinking hard about what he would do next. Not because of his upcoming match. He didn't really give much thought to that at all. No, what was on his mind was something his sister had asked.
He had been eating breakfast peacefully, not having to worry about waking his sister up for school as it was the weekend, when she suddenly came out and said "I want to talk to another pro."
Cid had at first been confused by why it had to be someone other than him. But then she went on to explain that he avoided answering too much and she wanted to get some answers from someone who would give them.
He supposed he hadn't been as subtle with his question dodging as he might hope. He was slightly proud at how easily his sister picked up on that but he also sorta wished she would be a bit dumber. Would make things easier for him.
Reluctantly, to get her to stop staring at him while he ate, he agreed to set something up.
Which is why he was leaning against the wall, staring at the clouds, trying to figure out what to do. It wasn't as though he knew many people and of those he knew he didn't really keep in contact with them. The easiest solution would be to find someone in the tournament but even that he'd need to find their contact information.
The memory of the trip to the bar popped into his mind. The guy there was another competitor so he was probably some level of pro. But he wasn't sure he wanted to talk to him again. The memory did remind him that he had absently given out, and received, his contact information. Which reminded him of another instance that he stumbled on the number of a fellow professional.
So with a sigh he checked his, rather sparse, contact list and found the name. He vaguely recalled the girl's face and that she was part of the tournament so he figured that might be best bet. He placed the call and got a response quickly.
"Hellllooo?" The drawn out, monotone voice of Leila answered.
Cid hung up immediately out of instinct. Then, taking a breath, and reminding himself he was going through this for Heather, called again.
She answered and responded the same way. Seemingly not put off by Cid's response.
"Yeah, uh, hello. Look this is real awkward I don't know if you remember me but I have something I'd like your help with."
"Hmm...hmmm...hmmmm..." The girl mulled over it for a bit before replying, "alright. Sounds good. I'll help...Who is this?"
Cid couldn't believe the girl would agree so quickly without even knowing what it was. Or who was calling. Which also was weird because his name should have showed up when he called.
"You don't...did my name not...oh whatever. Cid Carlyle, I'm in the tournament too. How do I say...alright so basically my sister wanted to talk with another competitor so I thought I'd...ask someone...right, this is stupid isn't it."
"Cid?....ooooh, Cid....oooh! Cid." After a moment of listening to his request there was a pause before the girl replied. "Hm. Hm. Sounds fun. I'll help." He could almost audibly hear her nod over the phone. Then the call ended. After a few seconds Cid's phone rang again before the girl asked, "where are we meeting?"
He spent a few moments recovering from the weird pacing of the conversation. Was this girl okay? But then he shook his head and responded. He named a place that should be easy to find and wasn't too public, to avoid people swarming to ask questions, before hanging up and staring at his phone a bit longer just in case she called again.
With a sigh he entered the home and called out to his sister "Get ready, I called them, we're heading out in 10."